In which we discuss The Who, the what, the where, and old-time Canadian baseball.

One of the most entertaining recent political dust-ups was watching Paul LePage, the human bowling jacket re-elected last fall as governor of Maine, get battered from Kittery to Jackman by author Stephen King. The graceful -- and classy -- Mr. D. Glass points out (correctly, but bring back the damn meteor!) that it is stupid even by LePage's lofty standards to pick a fight with a writer who has about 92 goziliion readers around the country, and who also knows how to turn both a vintage Plymouth (Ed. Note: Thanks, Top Commenters!) and the family St. Bernard -- to say nothing of Kathy Bates -- into lethal weapons.

"Governor LePage is full of the stuff that makes the grass grow green," King wrote in a message to Bangor's The Pulse AM 620, which he owns. "Tabby [King's wife] and I pay every cent of our Maine state income taxes, and are glad to do it. We feel, as Governor LePage apparently does not, that much is owed from those to whom much has been given."

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Wait a minute. Stephen King owns a radio station? I think being the overnight DJ at Stephen King's radio station would be the coolest job ever, especially on Halloween. Where'd I leave that resume?

I have had little to say about the Army's decision to charge Bowe Bergdahl with serious crimes for walking away from his unit in Afghanistan. However, I think anybody who has reversed positions on this issue just because they find Bergdahl a handy club with which to beat the president should be forced to explain why they think the Army unfit to judge one of its own as opposed to the judicial system of the Taliban military. And then we should all point and laugh.

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I admit it. I'm a sucker for those Rolling Stone Collector's Issues dedicated to only one artist or band. I own the editions featuring the Beatles, The Master, and The Blog's Favourite Living Canadian. Part of the attraction is the list of the featured artist's best songs. (Picking "Powderfinger" for Neil Young's best is a fascinating choice.) So when I noticed that RS had put out one for my lads from Shepherd's Bush, I grabbed one off the shelves while it still was hot. Back in the day, we picked bands the way our fathers once picked baseball teams, and we argued ourselves hoarse over them. The Beatles were above category so, after a while, they dropped out of the discussions entirely. We fought over all the rest. The Who were my band. Still are. Outside of The Master, nobody's lyrics have meant more to me than Pete Townshend's, and, having seen the original lineup a couple of times when Keith Moon was at the height of his powers, I refuse to believe there ever was a better live band or that there ever will be. The issue collects all the interviews the mag ever did with Pete, who has one of the most interesting minds of his g-g-g-generation, and one with Roger Daltrey, who's always been my favorite because he seems to have managed to stay pretty much a bloke through all of it.

I have some complaints with the 50 Best list, chief among them is that it's a little heavy on what we long-time fans refer to as The Unfortunate Kenney Jones Experiment. "Won't Get Fooled Again" and "I Can See For Miles" are one and two on the list; I'd reverse the order, but that's just me. The most conspicuous omission I can find is the gorgeous "The Song Is Over," one of the Lifehouse numbers that made the cut onto Who's Next, which got left off in favor of "Getting In Tune," which is a minor work by comparison. I'd also have subbed out "I'm One" from Quadrophenia in favor of either "Drowned" or "The Punk And The Godfather," and "Blue Red And Grey" from By Numbers in favor of the criminally underrated "In A Hand Or A Face," the last real outburst of Moonie's ruined genius. And John Entwistle's defining masterpiece, "Boris The Spider" barely makes the cut at No. 50, which is completely ridiculous. Hendrix said it was his favorite Who cut, although he might just have been saying that to piss off Pete. Fifty years on now. I didn't die, but I sure got old.

This Week's Tour Of The Pathe Archives: It's almost Opening Day, so here's some Canadian baseball from 1914. I think they could have used another camera or two, because I don't know what happens once the runner crosses first base and heads for second.

During the March 13 private dinner, organized by New Hampshire Republican Party Chairwoman Jennifer Horn at the Copper Door Restaurant in Bedford, N.H., Mr. Walker said undocumented immigrants shouldn't be deported, and he mocked 2012 GOP nominee Mitt Romney's suggestion that they would "self-deport," according to people who were there. Instead, they said, Mr. Walker said undocumented immigrants should be allowed to "eventually get their citizenship without being given preferential treatment" ahead of people already in line to obtain citizenship. "He said no to citizenship now, but later they could get it," said Bill Greiner, an owner of the Copper Door. Ken Merrifield, mayor of Franklin, N.H., who also attended, said Mr. Walker proposed that illegal immigrants should "get to the back of the line for citizenship" but not be deported.

And in Friday's installment of The Many Loves Of Jen Rubin: Today, she said that Walker was "prepared to be president" and that he "recently has been impressive on national security."

I'll be back on Monday with what I am sure will be some heavily Yemen-laden gobshitery. Be well and play nice, ya bastids. Stay above the snake line, or creepy-crawly Boris gonna getcha.